Editorial
contraste
origin
After drinking and eating more tartlets and an iced mistela bottle too, the girl who attended us patiently explained that the wines came from a natural winery in the desert south of the city.
the menu
I promised to return with my camera, unaware that it was Godelieve, the owner, and that behind all that was Angelo, the chef I hadn’t met. Never Imagine more bottles latter I would meet Pepe Moquillaza that night.
miraflores
I came back, as the last lunch service was being picked up, I saw Angelo arrive with two hands full: shells floating on clouds of something, and a Tiradito drawn on a sauce with dots. He plated the dish with a trance-like focus, as if the detail had no limit, never seen a cooker work with that flow.
maridaje
Angelo Aguado told me his stories, raised in Germany, disappeared by Indonesia, rescued by a French woman, and now living in Surquillo. He invited me to the best ceviche I’ve ever had. Unforgettable.
Since then, I’ve returned with my camera to document each dish he creates. Every time I visit Lima, I must go through Contraste to see Angelo, Gode, and that place that became one of my mandatory stops in Peru.
